34. No Other Princess
NO OTHER PRINCESS
Oliver
Wasting not a single moment, my hand left her underwear, my lips wrapping around my fingers as I watched her, groaning over the taste as it hit my tongue. Her breathing was beginning to slow, and I watched as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, the nervous energy flowing through the air around us.
I didn’t care, though. She was like a rabbit caught within my snare, and I had no intention of letting my girl get out that easily.
Bending over, I tossed her over my shoulder. Her soft white dress was only just long enough to cover her ass, and I made a point to tug it down a bit more.
“Oliver!” she squealed as I began walking back towards my house, but I didn’t respond, reaching over and delivering a swift smack to her ass. She jumped, and I could feel her thighs clench against my bare chest.
A dark chuckle as I went back through the barn. “Did you like that, baby doll? It was going to be your punishment, but I guess I’ll have to come up with something else instead for you. Can’t have you enjoying it too much.”
“Why the fuck not?” she shot back. Once again, I couldn’t help but to laugh.
Ivy Tinsley had a sassy side I was rarely able to witness. Her desire to please those around her kept that side of her personality buried deep. But I was eager to drag her to the surface over and over again until she chose to make residence and stick around.
“Because it wouldn’t be a good punishment if you enjoyed it.”
Her elbow sat against my back as she propped her head up. I couldn’t fully see her, but I knew there was an eye roll and pursed lips behind me.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to sink into her.
We reached the front steps of the house. Pushing the door open, I kicked it closed behind us and took the steps two at a time before reaching my bedroom, where I dropped her down on the mattress.
She bounced, finding her bearings quickly and staring up at me, the nerves back in sight as I kicked my boots off and undid my belt buckle, pulling the belt through the loops of my jeans. Her dress slowly inched up her thighs as she shifted on the bed.
“How fond are you of this dress?”
She glanced down and then backed up towards me. “Um, I just bought it. So very.”
“Take it off. All of it,” I growled.
She pushed herself up, sliding the little clothing she had from her body. Once she was completely bare, thoughts escaped me, thoroughly and completely.
I took a step towards her, my hand reaching up and pulling the elastic bands from the ends of her braids. I slowly undid them, her hair sitting in soft curls above her shoulders.
“Get on your knees for Daddy,” I muttered.
I knew if I could feel her pulse right now, it would be racing as she dropped to her knees before me. I watched as her eyes dropped from my own to the front of my jeans, the bulge of my cock fighting for its life to escape the confines of my pants.
Undoing the button, I slowly unzipped. Her eyes widened as my cock strained against my boxer briefs.
Stepping out of my jeans, I tossed them with my boots, and my hand found its way into her hair.
Gathering a handful of it, I tried to steady myself.
The last thing I needed right now was to finish before I could fully enjoy this, and fuck, was I going to enjoy this.
“Pull me out, baby doll.”
Her eyes came back up, looking into mine. “I haven’t, I mean I have, but you are, wow?—”
“Ivy,” I interrupted, tugging on her hair. Her lips closed just as quickly as they opened. “Cock. Now.”
Her hands came up to the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down until the material gave way and my cock was finally free. I tried to bite back the relieved sigh as her delicate hand wrapped around my shaft and the tip of her tongue ran over the head.
“Fuck me, I need more, baby doll. Please.” The words came out as a painful groan as she started stroking me and her lips wrapped around the tip. “That’s right, harder for me.”
Her fingers tightened slightly, her eyes looking up towards me as my head fell back and my hand tightened in her hair. Hips bucking, I tried with all of my might not to shove myself down her throat, but the desperate need to see tears roll down her face was stronger.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
Her hand stuttered to a stop, but she gave me a small nod.
“Spread your thighs for me, because when we’re done, I want to see just how wet you are.” Her legs spread wider, eyes glued to me. “Good girl. Hands down to your lap. I’m going to fuck your throat and then your tight little cunt, Ivy. Are you ready for that?”
She nodded once more, her round green eyes still wide and my cock still half in her mouth.
“Such a good fucking girl for Daddy.”
Both hands slid into her hair as I slowly pushed my cock deeper until I hit the back of her throat, a groan slipping once more.
“Goddamn, Ivy. Relax your throat for me.”
It wasn’t long before I was speeding up, her eyes never leaving me as her fists clenched in her lap and lines of mascara began running down her cheeks.
“That’s right. So damn pretty, baby,” I whispered, my thumb reaching over and wiping the tears away. She let out a soft moan, the noise vibrating her lips around my cock. I pulled myself from her mouth, refusing to fall over the edge until I was buried inside of her.
“Up on the bed, spread your legs for me,” I said, breathless as she pushed herself to her feet and followed my direction to a tee. On her back, her hands slid to her knees, and she parted them so beautifully for me, setting all of herself on display like an art exhibit I could stare at for hours.
“Look at you, pretty girl. So damn perfect.” I pressed a kiss to her knee and then her inner thigh, only to repeat it on the other side.
“Oliver, please.” Her whimpered words didn’t go unnoticed, my cock once more aching to be within the warmth of her.
“Please what?”
Her cheeks heated again.
“Say it, baby doll.”
“Please, let me come on your cock,” she whispered.
Hands on the backs of her thighs, I shoved her to the middle of the bed and climbed over her. My hand wrapped around my shaft as I stroked a few times, my eyes on hers. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded, eager and ready, so I didn’t make her wait.
Running the tip of my cock through her soaked heat, I lined myself up with her entrance, sinking into her pussy.
There was no adjusting. There was no patience left.
There was no soft and gentle caresses as I filled her, base to tip.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, the heels of her feet keeping me where I was.
Her head thrown back, eyes closed, soft moans filled the space around us.
“You look like a divine goddess that I’ve been blessed enough to worship, Ivy.
” I leaned down, pulling a nipple into my mouth as I began thrusting, eager to finally feel her come around me over and over until she pleaded for a break.
“Aphrodite in the flesh, sent down from Mount Olympus to tempt me into depravity and sin, bowing at your feet.”
Her hands slipped into my hair, gently pulling along the tendrils as my mouth found her other nipple, my teeth and tongue playing endless ministrations as she writhed beneath me.
“Oliver,” she pleaded, pulling my hair until I released the sensitive bud and kissed her instead. I wanted every inch of her body to know what I felt like. To know my lips, my touch, my love.
The thought almost stopped me in my tracks, but instead of fear, it was excitement. I bit back the words though as I pressed my lips to hers once more, a quick but devouring kiss before sitting back up, hands around her thighs as I pushed them wide. The perfect view.
“Goddamn, baby doll. Look at you taking Daddy’s cock so well,” I growled. “Hold your legs open for me.”
Her hands fell behind her knees, pulling herself open, but her eyes hadn’t moved from watching intently as I thrusted in and out of her tight little cunt.
We both watched, enraptured by the sight of the two of us coming together in a way I thought I’d never witness.
“Do you like that? Does my girl enjoy seeing her perfect pussy stretch for me?” I slowed, inching in until just before the end when I thrusted hard. The movement had her breasts bouncing, her knuckles turning white as she grasped her thighs.
“Please let me come, Daddy,” she begged. Eyes half lidded as she stared up at me. “Please.”
Nodding, I reached down, pressing my thumb against her clit and rubbing it in slow, circular motions. Her eyes began closing, but I just thrusted harder.
“Eyes, Ivy. Eyes on me.”
Her stunning green eyes met mine, her breath catching as she clenched around my cock.
Between the expression on her face and the feeling of her warmth soaking around me, I was gone for her.
Falling over that cliff with her, I fell forward, my lips meeting hers as she squeezed my cock like a perfect vise grip.
I kissed her, fully and completely like she belonged to me, because she did, and she had since the moment she showed up at my front door.
Time slowed as I pulled her back to me. Kisses pressed against her soft, flushed skin until she was giggling and begging me to stop.
“Let me take care of you,” I found myself whispering. “Let me show you what you deserve.”
My eyes met hers, my arm wrapped around her waist as she gave me a small nod.
“Thank you.” I sat up, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I stood.
“Wait, where are you going?” she questioned.
I glanced back at her over my shoulder with a smile. “Starting the shower for us, baby doll. You said I could take care of you. I plan on doing so.”
She rolled to her side, her hands pulled up under her face as she smiled. “I’ll be here waiting.”
I smirked. “Falling into princess mode quite easily, I see.”
“Only for you, Oliver,” she replied softly as I walked out, and I briefly wondered if I wasn’t supposed to hear it.